Page 47 of Stolen Love

“And Jackson? You didn’t take him with you?”

She makes a face like the words on the tip of her tongue are the last thing she wants to taste. “Dizzy told me to come alone. West is very protective.”

“After everything we’ve been through…” She went without backup. Anything could have happened. “Damn it, Ivy.”

She shakes her head. “I know it was stupid. I was desperate. I was willing to do anything to get Nicole to back off.”

“Including risking yourself.” I grip the back of her neck and stare deep into her eyes. “What if this West is working with Nicole or even Alec? What if he’d wanted to hurt you?”

I might have lost her.

“I felt safe with him,” she says. “He doesn’t seem to like me very much, but I don’t think he would hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“There’s something about him,” she says, “that you need to know. It’s kind of weird.”

“Okay.” My breath catches.

She presses her lips together, her gaze full of concern. “He looks like you and Rebel.”

Like me and Rebel? The hushed way she announces that. The way she’s looking at me… it makes the hairs on my arms stand straight up. “What do you mean?”

“West looks almost exactly like you and Rebel.”

That static feeling grows. “What are you saying?”

“I think maybe… is it possible that you’re not twins, but triplets?”

Chapter Twenty-One

Rogue

There’s a ringing in my ears.

Triplets? Another brother we don’t know about? “That’s not possible.”

Except… there are all those times my mom called me Ruin. All those times I played it off as part of her illness. Another hallucination where her mind tricked her into thinking I was the devil.

“Rogue?” Ivy calls my name and she feels so far away. Her hands find my shoulders and climb up my neck to my face. When she brings our foreheads together, the ringing fades away. “Are you okay?”

Hardly. I’m trying to reconcile what she’s saying with what I know. Rebel and I are twins. We have been for twenty-seven years. We have that twin telepathy. We’ve worn each other’s identities. We’d know if there was a piece of us missing. “We would know.”

Wouldn’t we?

I put Ivy’s feet on the tiles before I turn on my heel and stalk out to where Rebel and Riot have moved onto a bottle of Rebel Rye.

My twin glances up the moment I enter the room. Why? Because we’re twins and he fucking knows my mood by vibration. He doesn’t need to see my face to tell I’m about to drop an atomic bomb. He surges to his feet as I cross the room.

Ivy is close on my heels. “Rogue, maybe don’t—”

But that’s the thing. I can’t keep this from Rebel even if I wanted to, because of those damn telepathy hives. And something about this news Ivy just shared rings true. Because of all those times our mom seemed so convinced that I was someone else.

He offers me the whisky. “Bro?”

The bottle shakes in my hand.

“You know how mom always calls me Ruin when she’s going through a spell?” Like I’m the devil. Like I ruined her life. Like I could destroy her.

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